Thin Layer - The Honorary Title

Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armor of drunken lust

I think when our clothes were on we had a different image of

What this was supposed to be

My buzz allowed me to slip into you more comfortably

Here’s what I intended, and here is the truth

Here’s what I intended, and here is the truth

The soundtrack to our meeting fills the awkward spaces between our strained

breathing

And the only thing between, between the two of us, is your blood and our sweat

I can taste the cigarettes on your tongue while exchanging spit

Here’s what I intended, and here is the truth

Here’s what I intended, and here is the truth

Here is the truth

Here is the truth

Here is the truth

Here is the truth

Here is the truth

Here is the truth

Now disguise this whining with melody, and I hope that it leaves,

leaves you intrigued

And I hope you feel, you feel what I did at the time that this was conceived

Well, the silence is pleasing, between our strained breathing, now it’s over

with

This is not what I intended